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Marianette is a senior high school girl applying for the college scholastic ability test. She has a special ability which allows her to transport to say where on rainy days. For her University entrance exam, Marianette can't deal with the pressure and runs off to a playground. without knowing why, she goes to a puddle and finds herself transported to the Nanda dynasty. She then falls in love with Agasthya, the young king who is in a difficult situation due to droughts and spread of epidemics.

His eyes snapped open. The calm serene night shattered. It felt like jagged trembling vibrations were cutting through the ground and sending electric currents through his skull. Jonah sensed an immense amount of aura coming his way, fast—! He jumped up and turned just in time to see her. She leapt up high and spun with one leg forward and one behind, bent ready to kick. Time seemed to suspend while she was in the air. Her hair flew behind her, her arms bent delicately like wisps of smoke. The full moon shone brightly behind, silhouetting her graceful figure and illuminating a fiery look in her eyes. His breath caught in his throat. He watched as her spin gained momentum— it looked almost like she glitched in mid-air— and let her kick all three men in one strike. She was tiny compared to them, but her kick looked extremely powerful. Two of the men fell back while the middle one staggered back several uneasy steps. She barely landed before she was in action again, moving in a blur around them, kicking off trees and lunging for their heads. She began walking towards me before the three men’s bodies even hit the ground.

Bercerita tentang petualangan seorang putri kerajaan modern di abad ke-22 yang bergabung dengan komplotan pembunuh kelas dunia paling ditakuti pada masa itu. Tragisnya, karena jalan yang dipilihnya itu, Sang Putri harus melawan orang yang paling dicintainya, yaitu adik laki-laki dari seorang pemimpin institusi pembasmi tindak kejahatan yang berada di bawah naungan pamannya, Sang Raja. Apa jadinya jika dua orang berbeda ideologi ini dipertemukan dalam suatu kondisi yang mengharuskan mereka untuk saling membunuh? Dan apakah nantinya mereka dapat mengayunkan kaki di jalan yang sama? ( Telah dikontrak oleh NovelToon ) == NOVEL FANTASI BERLATAR DUNIA MODERN == Genres : DARK FANTASY • ROMANCE • KINGDOM • SCIENCE • ACTION • MYSTERY Content : VOLUME 1 (bab 01-45) • Goddess Of The Hunt VOLUME 2 (bab 46-88) • Pandora's Box VOLUME 3 (bab 89-end) • Requiem PERINGATAN ! Ini cerita SERIUS yang bertema distopia, jadi yang baca hanya untuk main-main tidak disarankan untuk membaca cerita ini. >> Siapkan jantungmu sebelum membaca

Evil Exists. In every corner, you look. Regardless of whether you see it or not. In the year, 2004. A portal was opened above the Pacific Ocean. From within it sprouted out curses and concepts unknown to the human mind. As they came into the world, they began integrating, feeding, and reproducing until eventually, curses became a normalcy in the world. Almost like a disease, one without a cure. Curses bound themselves to a fragile host, taking on a parasitic relationship until they eventually assumed full control. Using their power, they shred the world, devouring everyone within until... A team was created, a group of individuals who had successfully resisted the influence of the curses that latched onto them, retaining the powers the curses brought. They were named "Wraiths." And to this day, the ongoing conflict between the Curses and Wraiths continues, however when it seemed humanity had the upper hand... Another portal opened.

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Ares— a girl found and raised by Lilith after being rendered an orphan by happenstances. Although, she has her cards dealt to her unfairly, she has only one goal: to have a heart to heart conversation with the Creator. Together with her team of misfits she embarks on a journey discouraged by Lilith to meet the Creator. Will she succeed? Find out in this book fueled by sheer Boredom— Diaspora. [Y/N: Please give the book a try, comment and add to your collections too.]

Pixie woke up in a hospital. People say she was in a coma. But she knew better doesn't she?. She was a warrior in a kingdom in another dimension,wasn't she? She was a fighter? She had the life she wanted, what she hoped for ever since she was a child....and she got it.hadnt she? But her memories are fading and now the time did in fact, feel like a dream, she is confused. But would a dream seem so real? Would she know knives and guns like she knew her own name? And who was that Dashiell she keeps mumbling about?

Branches snapped overhead. Birds shrieked out of the canopy in ragged flocks, startled into the moonlight as the forest trembled. Below them, two blurs ripped through the undergrowth—one a smear of gold, the other a streak of black. Aya stumbled forward like a marionette, her breath ragged, her eyes glassy. Her legs carried her too fast, cutting impossible arcs between the trees. She wasn’t running—she was being run. Around her, a swirl of fire butterflies clung close, weaving into threads of glowing silk. They wrapped along her arms and shoulders like a burning scarf, each burst of light guiding her body just as she faltered, each flicker jerking her posture into parries she didn’t fully understand. Behind her came Chol. Or the thing he had become. His feet hammered into roots with bone-snapping force, yet his body pitched forward too heavy, too fast. A dark robe—slick and alive—snapped and uncoiled from his back and legs, lashing between trees. Sometimes it dragged him forward like a grappling hook, sometimes it slingshot him through the air. The robe struck like a whip, cracking against bark, shearing through leaves, reaching for Aya with clumsy but brutal intent. The butterflies flared whenever the robe struck. One lash came from behind, threading through branches like a spear, but Aya’s body jerked to the side at the last second. Her butterflies flared and condensed into a shield that took the impact, sparks flying as if light and shadow were grinding metal on stone. Chol hissed, stumbling with the recoil. He wasn’t smooth yet—the robe yanked his body where it wanted, his balance constantly breaking, his strikes overshooting like an untrained hand with a blade too sharp. But every time Aya dodged, she lost something—a tear of cloth, a scrape of skin, the sting of branches slashing her arms as she was thrown sideways by her own butterflies. She swayed, gasped, her mind fighting to claw back control of her body. Her eyes blinked half-lidded, as if she was waking from a dream, but her arms kept lifting, parrying, deflecting, striking in bursts of radiant gold. The forest shook as Chol swung forward, his robe anchoring around a tree trunk. It snapped him through the air like a pendulum, and in mid-arc he coiled the robe tight around his legs. With a guttural roar, he propelled himself like a cannonball, both heels aimed at Aya’s chest. Aya’s butterflies surged instinctively, gathering on her left side, compressing into a ball of gold. She hurled it just as Chol’s feet slammed into her diaphragm. BOOM. The impact cracked through the clearing like thunder. Aya flew backward, tumbling through leaves and soil, breath bursting from her lungs. At the same time, Chol’s body was flung sideways by her blast of light, his dark robe flaring and unraveling as he smashed into the roots of a massive cedar. Both of them crashed down hard, sprawled in opposite directions, the forest lit with drifting sparks of fire butterflies and the groan of trees split from the force.

Qin Yao opens her eyes and finds herself transmigrated from a post-apocalyptic world into the body of an ancient peasant woman. Her family consists of four stepchildren needing care. A good-for-nothing husband, who has nothing but looks, is causing a ruckus. They live in a thatched hut, without a grain of rice, the family is emaciated like refugees. If that wasn't enough, someone even comes to collect debts! Anger rises in Qin Yao's heart, and she kicks the wretched husband out, "Debt collector, feel free to just beat him to death!" The four stepchildren: !!! With the world quieted, Qin Yao rolls up her sleeves to revive the family. Hunting, carrying bags, fighting bandits, she's an expert in all. But facing the fields, with her back to the sky, and her face to the earth, even a top-tier fighter from the post-apocalyptic world waves her hand: Can't take it! Really can't take it! Qin Yao scratches her head: In the ancient times where agricultural taxes are extremely high, how can I avoid farming? At this moment, the lazy husband who was sent away to die (twisting and crawling) (struggling to stand up) (screaming and roaring): My dear! I think I can be saved!